Their movements became linear and their approach too predictable. Even with all their wisdom and strength, they were reduced to a series of stereotypical thud actions, thud being unable to break through the immense wall of power that Volmeryn represented.
Metatron, who had been in the background until then and was content to observe others, was frustrated by the ineffectiveness of his brothers. He was reciting ancient words chhhhh! And, out of the blue, a vortex of light formed around him, enveloping his body in a glowing aura whhhh.
A glimmer of interest passed through Volmeryn's eyes. He now understood: Metatron would not be content to repeat the mistakes of his brothers. He was up to something different, maybe something that could really break the monotony of this confrontation.
Volmeryn: «Finally here's something that could be fun.»
The fight continued to intensify. Volmeryn was fighting not only the archangels, but also the very structure of their realm, a reality that seemed to react to his attacks rrrriiippp. However, despite Volmeryn's phenomenal power, he wasn't without his flaws. The archangels resisted because their divine will was a tenacious force.
Volmeryn: «It's only a matter of time, grrrrrr... The heavenly kingdom will fall.»
The sky that was once pure blue, was now in tatters caused by the titanic battles between Volmeryn and the archangels.
Michael was getting back on his feet after taking a direct attack from Volmeryn. The sacred energy that emanated from his body burned like the sun, everything around him began to melt.
Michael: «You're strong, Volmeryn. But this kingdom is the representation of the divine will. You can't break the very essence of order!»
Volmeryn did not answer at once. He simply raised his hand and a wave of infinite disorder formed around him. A vortex of altered reality was unfolding by reversing gravity around Michael. Vrrrrrr...
«Order, Michael, is an illusion. A structure shaped by minds that do not understand the true nature of power. The ultimate order is that of freedom.»
As he spoke, a chaotic blast of energy erupted and then Michael was thrown backwards with his body writhing under the impact. BAM!
The remaining archangels—Gabriel, Raphael, and Metatron—gathered around him with determined looks.
«It's too much ! We can't let this continue.»
Gabriel raised his weapon, a spear of sacred energy made of a condensed beam of divine light. He charged with a speed out of time and space, hoping to surprise Volmeryn
Fwoooosh.The spear was heading straight for Volmeryn, this spear was able to dispel matter itself. But Volmeryn easily dodged the attack and counter-attacked, murmuring:
"Reality crushed."
He reached out, changing the laws of light to reflect it back at Gabriel in an infinitely twisted trajectory that forced him to defend himself in another dimension. Sshhhk... BOOM!
Gabriel was off balance, but he managed to keep his balance by sending a blast of divine energy in return. ZZZZZAP!
«You underestimate our determination!»
Volmeryn dodged this second attack with hallucinating precision. It dematerialized in a burst of black light and then reappeared behind Gabriel like a shadow making its way through a broken mirror. Fsssst... Each object trembled under the unreality of its movement.
Gabriel, just on his guard, felt his mind waver as space itself flocked differently.
Volmeryn (amused): «It's easy to be determined when you only know the illusion of victory. But I'm going to show you what true power is.»
At that moment, Raphaël was positioning himself behind him. His hands shone with a healing light of divine sweetness, but he did not seek to attack. He first sought to neutralize the chaos around Gabriel.
However, when he attempted to heal Gabriel with his Ray of Purity, the divine light ran into a cosmic deviation. Crackle... CRUNCH! Volmeryn absorbed the healing energy by transforming it into a negative flow, which reversed the process and redirected the energy directly to the center of the Cosmos, disrupting the balance of the universe through the collapse of a few solar systems. BOOOOOOOM!
Volmeryn: «It won't work, Raphael. Your light has no power over what you do not understand.»
As Volmeryn prepared to attack again, Gabriel raised a hand and the wind began to blow in a chaotic spiral. Woooosh. The storm was not natural. In a matter of seconds, the storm turned into a whirlwind of energy that absorbed heat and light, enclosing Volmeryn in an energy cage. Vrum.
Volmeryn screamed, Aaaah!, but each move he made exhausted him more, the storm slowly drained his strength. It was not a direct attack, but a subtle erosion of his power.
Metatron raised his hand and then a Multiverse Infinity Field unfolded around him with thousands of copies of himself, each representing an infinitesimal version of his own being, forming in space. Fzzzzt.
These versions went into confrontation with the laws of reality, they were multidimensional attacks that sought to disrupt all the physical and temporal laws around Volmeryn.
"Erosion of Time" murmured Volmeryn
With a simple gesture of his fingers he triggered a wave that pierced the fabric of time. Shhhrip. Each copy of Metatron froze for a moment, before starting to slowly disintegrate, the silhouettes became blurred as if time swallowed them. Whirrr.
Their shapes twisted and a succession of blurred images multiplied as they aged in a few seconds while particles of light disappeared. Pfffsssh.
Volmeryn: «Order, Metatron, is just an invisible cage in which you lock yourself in to ignore the chaos around you.»
At that moment, the other archangels who saw the devastation he was causing, decided once again to join forces. Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Metatron united in a final offensive.
Bzzzzt, Kaa-boom. A Divine Storm was forming through a divine vortex amplified by the union of their forces. Rrrrrrr.
But Volmeryn, with a smile, made a movement of his finger. Fshhh. A twilight of the Infinite appeared around him, absorbing and redirecting the sacred energy. Shwoooooooosh.
Volmeryn: «You don't understand. You are simply in a world bigger than your own. And you're going to have to accept that.»
As Volmeryn advanced, sure of his victory, Archangel Metatron offered him a gentle and peaceful smile. He knew that Volmeryn's greatest weakness was his pride. Under the guise of submission, Metatron had hidden a magic trap. Sshhhttttt.
An invisible net woven of temporal spells, which would not only slow down his movements, but reverse the flow of his own attacks by deflecting them against him.
Volmeryn, too confident to notice the trick, tried to launch his last offensive. This was his mistake. Boom. The net closed in on him like a trap by diverting his energy against himself. He was screaming in pain, Aaaarghh, as he stood up with his body stained with blood. Plop, plop.
Lyara, who was also observing the scene through the magic crystal from the Cælora Kingdom, exchanged a little glance with Carlos.
«It's fascinating... They never give up, no matter the situation.»
Carlos: «That's what makes them archangels,» he replied with his gaze fixed on the fight. «But Volmeryn... It's another level. If he manages to break them, they will have no choice but to submit.»
Trok, who also observed, added: «It's not just a question of power. It's a question of will. And Volmeryn has his much stronger than them.»
Darius, meanwhile, seemed almost amused: «It seems like these archangels still have their work cut out for them. But it's only a matter of time before Volmeryn makes them bend.»
Back in battle, Metatron was more than determined to eradicate Volmeryn.
Metatron: «I'm going to erase your existence from all this reality.»
Volmeryn retorted coldly: «You want to erase my existence? Even the universe can't do that.»
The tension was rising a notch as the fight continued to reach heights of intensity. The battlefield was no longer just a place: it was a war between cosmic forces, a battle for the survival of the celestial order.
Doubt was beginning to creep into the archangels' minds, even if their attacks were enough to put Volmeryn in trouble. The latter dominated them, and every movement they made was anticipated with precision by him.
Volmeryn: «You fought well, Metatron, but it's all futile. This kingdom is already under my control.»
Crash! An attack from Metatron was trying to hit the space around Volmeryn hard, but he was already an eternity ahead by dodging with disconcerting fluidity.
[Omniscient System: Feature Enabled: "Unyielding Will." Calculation in progress... Result: Enemy attacks are redirected. The self-evolution of the Volmeryn domain is on the rise. Complete takeover of the battlefield imminent. Attack interdiction system enabled on entities not subject to Volmeryn's control.]
The archangels were beginning to bend under the weight of the truth they could not ignore.
The archangels, under the pressure of Volmeryn's unparalleled power, knew that the moment of submission was approaching... But the question remained: will they accept his proposal or will they resist until the last breath?